The courtyard: the atmosphere of human life

Darong is no longer the careless little girl she used to be. Now she has parents above her and a happy family below her. The hardships of life have long changed her.

After hearing what the enemy said, Darong just lowered his head and sped up his hands, without paying attention to other places.

If the servility of the Japanese invaders towards the Koreans was disgusting, then their exploitation of their compatriots was truly evil.

The original production volume set by the Korean section chief for the materials department was only 0.2 percentage points higher than the normal level. However, in order to demonstrate his management ability, the Korean section chief sought credit and privately increased the output of the production line he managed to 0.5 percentage points.

Normally, to increase the output by 0.2, the workers would need to work an extra one to two hours on top of the twelve hours to complete the production. However, given the production target set by the Japanese devils, even a quick-handed girl would need to work at least three hours longer to complete it.

This means that in a 24-hour day, an employee with average working speed like Darong has to work at least 15 hours to complete his workload target.

On the first day of overtime, Darong got home from get off work at twelve o'clock. After persisting in this way for three days, the second devil saw that no one resisted and seemed to be praised by the sticks. He became complacent and increased the output by 0.1 percentage points.

"You can't do this anymore. How many hours have you worked?"

Darong saw that Lao Feng beside her seemed to be about to faint, so she stopped Lao Feng who was about to stand up to carry the supplies.

Lao Feng is about the same age as Zhong Yunxing. He is already 40 years old and has to support a son who is in college on his own. He works very hard every day, but still cannot meet the production target set by the Japanese invaders.

When Darong came to work in the morning, I heard that she had been crying because she was scolded by the Japanese invaders for not meeting the production target. She had already worked the night shift all night.

Lao Feng was not afraid of the traitors, but she really needed this job.

She became a widow in her twenties and raised a child alone. When she had a job, she had some support. Now that the job has gone bankrupt, she was able to get into this Korean factory where she earns relatively more money through connections.

Old Feng knew Darong's good intentions, so he just smiled very tiredly and said, "There's only one box left."

Darong looked at her back, feeling sad, but she was just a small figure in the big era, and she was also powerless. She could only lower her head and continue to be busy with her work.

As expected, Old Feng, who was carrying a box of materials, fell to the ground with a bang.

The Japanese soldier who was strolling back and forth as the supervisor came over first.

"With so many materials, if they are broken, your salary won't be enough to cover the damage. Can you still do this? If you can't do this, you'd better leave as soon as possible. We don't lack these..."

"Snapped!"

Isn’t there a saying: When you reach the limit of endurance, there is no need to endure it anymore!

Darong's long-suppressed energy finally erupted, and she caught the enemy off guard with a loud slap.

The force of Darong's slap was no less than the two slaps she gave to Erlangzi in Erdaohezi. Erlangzi stood there with stars in his eyes, not knowing who to attack for a moment.

Everyone on the assembly line had been suppressing their dissatisfaction with the traitors, but Darong's slap made everyone feel better.

"Yuan Furong! Are you looking for death?" The traitor finally reacted and glared at Darong viciously.

Darong didn't even look at her, but just helped up Old Feng who had fallen to the ground, and helped her pick up the materials scattered on the ground.

"I'm talking to you!"

The second devil took a step forward and wanted to grab Darong's clothes, but the people around her were busy helping to pack the boxes, and directly separated the second devil from the circle.

The traitors naturally wouldn't give up. To her, this slap from Darong was a challenge to her management rights. If she couldn't put things right, she would no longer be able to control people in the factory.

Originally, people thought that the enemy had been kept outside the circle, and that she could just go along with it and let the matter go, and everyone could just continue working. However, unexpectedly, the enemy directly pushed through the crowd and rushed to Darong.

From the moment she made her move, Darong had been prepared for the enemy's counterattack, so when the enemy came closer, she fought with him without hesitation.

Darong was a typical northern girl, tall and with a big frame. With the support of the people around her, the Japanese not only got beaten up by Darong without gaining any advantage, but someone also pinched her twice from behind.

After the traitors had exported the quintessence of Chinese culture, Darong returned all of it without missing a word.

The workshop was in chaos and soon attracted scolding from the Koreans. No one in the workshop could understand Korean, and the only Korean translator had gone to the next workshop and was not here yet.

"What is this Korean guy talking about? Is he cursing?"

The people below were whispering, and I guessed he was probably cursing someone.

"Ah, it's okay, fuck your mother, go back and rest..."

Tian Xiumin, who usually goes to and from get off work with Darong every day, smiled and gestured to the Korean section chief, making people around them laugh so hard.

The short section chief, who was only the size of a palm, blinked his eyes, looked at Tian Xiumin and then at the people around him. It was unknown what he was thinking. He frowned and muttered a few words, but when he saw that everyone ignored him and went back to their workstations, he went back to his office in boredom.

The Japanese didn't gain any advantage this time, but they didn't intend to give up. After giving Darong a vicious look, they continued to organize production.

In fact, Darong didn't necessarily want to cause trouble, but she was just that kind of person in her bones. Even if she restrained herself and pretended, there would come a day when she couldn't pretend anymore.

During those days, because Darong always came home in the middle of the night, Zhong Yunxing was worried and always waited for her at the factory gate on his motorcycle.

"I'm probably going to be laid off again."

Today, Darong came out pushing the cart. After walking to Zhong Yunxing, she said with a helpless smile.

Zhong Yunxing looked at Darong's expression, showing a row of white teeth, and smiled, imitating the tone in the movie: "I will support you!"

Darong didn't know why, but no matter how big the problem was, it seemed like it became insignificant the moment she saw Zhong Yunxing. Her heart was at peace when he was around.

On the way home, Darong told Zhong Yunxing what had just happened in the factory. The two of them talked and laughed, as if they were telling someone else's story in a relaxed manner.